Love And Fear (Tanka) Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

Your tanka's especially have become my muse because every single one of them is a hit right out of the ball park! I love the metaphor in the pen being an extension of your heart bleeding though it's expressions. Carving out your love onto a table like initials into a an age old tree declaring the love shared for all eternity. MP +? ? forever [3. That is a sweet romance that reminds of me of youth coming across their first loves. Then fear or maybe not even fear but concern, awareness reminds you that even though love might last forever we, in are fragile earthly forms will not and that death is certain. It is a touching romatic piece that has a very sad undertone to it. Excellent poem and cleverly written!

This is the stark truth and it's compressed so tightly it's inescapable. What we love is always perishing as are we. What follows is a choice: you can kick at fate, cry WOE IS ME and maybe mutter curses (no poetry there!) Or your appreciation for things of beauty can deepen and you can cherish them even more. (That's where the poetry thrives.)

You have beautifully distinguished between the eternal love and transient love through this concise poem. Thanks for sharing.

The mind anticipating! ! Thanks for sharing.

a beautiful tanka when the heart bleeds the writing is heartfelt

A Great write Mihaela. Beautifully you have distinguished thoughts of heart and mind. When heart writes, it writes of eternal love, which is never going to die. while when mind writes, it write on mortal body, which is sure to die. Since our mind as well as heart works together, there is love which is eternal and there is fear of death which is mortal. Actually this poems reflects in many ways. Short and sweet write, but with great indepth meaning hidden behind. Beautiful presentation. Loved it.

It's fascinating how words and the themes they carry dovetail in this poem, BLEEDING Pens relates to HEARTS on a table. And BLEEDING also relates to the the SKULL the mind envisions. And the ETERNAL LOVE the naive lovers take for granted is countered by the SKULL, and brings in the transience of any aspect of life, love included. Of course, this is the game of criticism which spoils the way all of these THOUGHTS become one swift grasp of the theme when you read the poem. The impact is immediate.